Buckets of Fun

As a wife and mother, I have learned to pick my battles. Over the years I have honed what is worth fighting for and what is not worth the effort. I have even gone so far as to fully embrace the Buckeyedom that envelops my family’s life. Ultimately, I’m more concerned about my family as a unit than what team we cheer for (however, please note, I will be cheering for the Illini in the Big Ten basketball tournament).

Being immersed in the Buckeye culture, I’ve come to look forward to our annual Buckeye Cruise for Cancer (over 2 million raised this cruise for the Urban & Shelley Meyer Fund for Cancer Research). This was our eighth Buckeye cruise and the first time we decided to take the boys. It happily coincided with a National Championship win. We all had a blast.

Upon our return, as I’ve already allowed some Buckeye decor into my home, I wasn’t all that excited to add more helmets and footballs signed by who-knows-what. In my opinion, we have plenty. Then, it all came down to a bucket. Why on earth did Mad Dog need to bring home a bucket from the cruise? Keep in mind, it was used poolside to hold beer. Yes, that makes it sound more attractive, right? It’s not. It’s a bucket.

It’s.

A.

BUCKET.

Mad Dog passionately insisted we HAD to bring the bucket with us. So what if it advertises a beer we don’t drink? Who cares that we don’t really need it for really anything at all? The only thing that matters is that it has a Buckeye logo on it. That is it. That is all.

I didn’t fight it. The bucket is home.

Now, if it was a Downton Abbey bucket, then, it would be amazing AND completely necessary!

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I believe that above all else we want to be loved. Motherhood is one of the greatest platforms for learning about ourselves, each other and acceptance. My children have been two of my greatest teachers and I know I have so much more to learn from them. Lucky me.
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